Dave keep your damn near racist ignorant logic as far from the other sections of the site as humanly possible because it hurts my face just thinking about it.MG mal your just sickWizard Mal...you're kind of a loser. / Mal was, is, and always will be a cunt / I used to hate Mal, but I've since come to pity him.Tazuren Mal, please, do the world a BIG FUCKING FAVOR, and drop DEAD!Cybella YOU EGOCENTRIC IDIOT!Kathleen mal you are the people i hate the most here...and that is saying somethingHana you misogynist fuckwad.Sakura I hate you.Relick not many people would really care if you left without a word.Cali Mal's an elitist cunt that glowers in getting peopel to dislike him. He can stay the fuck out of the RP forums forever and I'll be happy and he could leave Snafu altogehter and I'd probably not even notice..and if I did, I'd be nothing but happy. Shit, he's nothing special. Just another internet troll that happens to wear a different mask.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I always think it's awesome when you get rewarded for doing something you normally wouldn't do

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I can relate, I don't feel like putting much effort in either. I guess it's to do with being in a relationship so long? For me anyhow, I don't know how long yours is.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

It's cool that you got something from that, Mirak. And pretty cute. :3

I'm always tempted to try out those claw machines whenever I come across one. Never do because I hardly ever have enough quarters with me whenever I come across one, and because, whether it's rigged or not, I know my aiming skills with those things suck, from previous failed attempts. XD

also it's pressure is minimal, i once had the opportunity of watching a friend fix one, and i let him grab my head with it. It barely caressed my skin, the pressure is set to be veeeery gentle, so you really need to aim it well. I was looking from all sides of the machine to make sure it was aligned properly xD

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

Claw games are rigged to pay out at a certain rate, so once every 15 tries or so it will grip something with enough force to lift it if positioned properly, the rest of the time it's set to guaranteed loser so that it has no power.

Apparently these things are rigged. *shrug* These games have settings that are controlled by the vendor that change the difficulty of winning the highest prize, which is usually something like an iPod. Basically any time something is won, difficulty is ranked up to max, which gives you the very smallest fraction of a second to press the button correctly. After many, many consecutive losses, the game lowers the difficulty ever so slightly.

By that logic, you can eventually win. If you see a $100 iPod and think you're skilled enough to sink $20 in to attempts at winning, by all means go crazy.